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Redman & Method Man - Y.O.U.


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Traces of lipstick on my collar
Baby you got to do some more to get this last dollar
Hotter than lava when you cum believe that I'ma follow
Lady Madonna like to drink but she don't like to swallow
Rockin that product, honey stay up in the beauty polla
Girl it would be my honour, make you my baby momma
Holler she hella proper, fuck with tha dumbin cousin
Sucka for lovin, buggin, shockin them duckin buckin
Suckin and finga-fuckin, then let me tell you somethin
I'll knock the stuffin off that English muffin
Can't tell me nuttin, uhn uhn
Pushin yo panic button when when I'm stuckin
All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin, BBC! Oh girl you nasty


Yo I get it on poppin
Doc, unlockin yo doors, clockin my drawers
Suckin your mouth with a torn stockin
Rapped around noggin, I'm creepin when you parkin
Shoot out the lights, darkening the area, then hop in
Pick up my bigga nigga who helped me figured the plottin
Droppin the tops, splittin the dough
Shoppin in rotten, New York, birds flockin
Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin, they leave the parking
Niggaz unforgetable can be forgotten
Doc and Meth album enter in the top ten!
Choppin it raw, lockin n blockin,
Only raw choppin his metaphores, so cops can stop watchin
I put em in and cock em, ready to rock em stock em
Renevate your appartment, when these two things barkin
My Mackamichi knockin, bougie hoes be spottin on they trampers
I get em dripple like Leaky Falses

[Chorus]: Redman, [Meth]

Now who a bitch nigga?! YOU
[Now who a snitch nigga?!]YOU
Now who the shit nigga?! YOU
[Now who the sick nigga?!]YOU
Now who you with nigga?! YOU
[With who you with nigga?!]YOU
Who rock shit nigga?! YOU
[Who pop shit nigga?!]YOU

[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on!
[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on!
[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on!
[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on!


I figured it out ya'll niggaz ain't as big as yo mouth
My street value well it won't even fit in yo couch
When I bust titties come out
No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to fuck out
Son's ya duck out! Nuthin to lose, poppin a two up in ya goose
Buckle yo shoes, cuffle my boots, fuckin with you
Blow my Anaconda like Nirvana
Marjiwuana got bitches on they knees and they gon bind us
Gettin em dirty dirty with the hersey and the bombin
Holla the drama, fire two in ya armor
Ya pigeon betta call ma, the ice is a honour
To in help me lift an arm up, la bamba wit ya momma
Even dirty her donna, my dick is heronomic
Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you nasty


Itchin to start the mission, flippin so keep yo distance
Ain't go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition
Listen, I slip the clippin, trippin you get me lippin
Come mis and catch a whippin, now kids is actin different
Ditchi them double dippin, chickens that keep forgettin
I ain't the one for trickin on anybody kitten
Rippin these compesitions, scrippin them paper written
Hold em and hit n stickin, ballin like Scottie Pippen
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm forced bittin
Shittin like No he didn't, wipin my ass and splittin
Chattin like Joe gettin
All in the zone settin it off like Big Daddy
It ain't no half-steppin...I keep rappin
Staten you keep sweatin, frontin and ass beatin
Duckin my Smith & westin, trashin the Meth and catchin
Hell, we leave you restin in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you nasty



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